Frigus . Sirius Black (Mortem BOOK 2)

chapter sixty-one

March 27th, 1980 - Potter Estate 

The group of eleven friends was waiting patiently for Remus to finish eating the pizza James had prepared to hear the story behind the werewolf's grand entrance to the party. 

As soon as he swallowed the final bite, he looked at the group, took a deep breath in, and spoke, "I was kidnapped by Malfoy, Dolohov, and Lestrange, who asked me to be their spy in the Order. I escaped after they accidentally ate the brownies, got high, and started talking about Malfoy's hair extensions," he said in one breath, "And capes, there was something about capes," 

Then, the questions started, all at once and far too fast for Remus to reply to in the state he was in. 

"Malfoy got high?"

"They kidnapped you?" 

"They asked you to be their spy?" 

"Malfoy has hair extensions?" 

"Moony, they asked you to spy for them?" 

"Hair extensions... Malfoy..." 

Nephera looked at her boyfriend exasperated, "Snuffles, would you quit it with the extensions?" she snapped at him, "We've got bigger issues," 

The raven-haired boy looked at his witch surprised, "My love, you can't just ask me to move past this! It's Lucius Malfoy and hair extensions!" he shouted out 

James agreed with him, "It's a high Lucius Malfoy talking about hair extensions!" he added, "Tell us everything, Moony, I can't believe we missed it," 

"We could extract his memories, watch it all together like a movie," proposed Marlene, placing herself on the floor right in front of the werewolf

Fabian sat right next to her, "Not to mention that we're going to want to immortalize the moment, it's going to be studied for years to come in history classes!" 

Nephera rolled her eyes, looking towards Alice, Lily, and Gideon in hopes of support in that matter, but all she found was hopeless stares back. In reality, she too was torn between what to focus on, on one hand, her wizard was right, the image of an intoxicated Malfoy and his apparent hair extensions was too entertaining to ignore, and on the other hand, her friend had gotten kidnapped, and Riddle was now trying to plant a spy in the Order. 

"What kind of extensions are they?" asked Sirius, "Like, clip-on ones or..?" 

"I don't know, all they kept talking about was how soft they were," 

Fabian let out a snort, "You seem to know a lot about extensions, don't you, Black? Are we sure all of that hair is natural?" 

The raven-haired wizard gasped, "Blasphemy!" he shouted out, "I was born with this hair, darling, ask her," he pointed towards Nephera 

"It's true- why are we not focusing on what's important, exactly? Riddle is trying to get a spy on our side!" she was getting more frustrated by the second 

It seemed that amongst the group, she was the only one seeing this for what it was. Yes, high Death Eaters, how fucking funny, but if they got to Remus, they'd get to all of them at some point. Remus only escaped through a stroke of luck, a funny one, but a stroke of luck nonetheless, who's to say the others would be able to when they eventually get cornered? 

James sighed from his position on the couch next to her, "Look at him, Nephie, bloke's higher than the clouds right now, he can't have an actual conversation," he reasoned, "Come on, it's my birthday, and I'd much rather laugh than talk war again," he handed her a drink, raising an eyebrow